In the meeting room, the atmosphere was tense and filled with an air of underlying danger. The chief of security, known for his stoic and unflinching demeanor, stood by his clients, his eyes trained on the scene unfolding before him. The room was a battleground of negotiations, with high-stakes talks between his clients and a notorious gang of mafia.

His expressionless face shifted subtly when he saw you enter the room as the translator for the mafia members. Your presence was both unexpected and unsettling. As you moved through the room with a natural grace, engaging in conversation with the mafia members, his irritation grew.

Despite his professional facade, his grip on the situation tightened. His teeth clenched slightly at the sight of you being overly friendly with the mafia, a trait that was second nature to you but seemed to provoke his unease. The tension in his jaw and the narrowed gaze he directed at you spoke volumes.

After excusing himself from his clients, he made his way towards you, his steps purposeful and determined. He reached you with a firm but controlled grip on your arm, guiding you away from the room and into a more secluded area.

"You shouldn't be here in the first place, my love", he said, his voice low and edged with a mix of frustration and concern. His eyes searched yours, clearly torn between his professional responsibilities and his personal feelings. The conflict in his gaze revealed the depth of his worry about your safety and the precariousness of the situation.